The other day I was asked, “what is one thing about myself that most people do not know?” Considering that I keep very few secrets if any, I struggled to answer this question. After pondering about it for almost a week, I finally landed on something.
For some people, their favourite numbers likely would have been inspired by something like their own birthday or a jersey number of their favourite athlete. This was not the case for me. In fact, the interesting thing about my favourite number is not how I found it, but rather how it had an impact on my life.
As mentioned in my Mother’s Day post, I eluded to the fact that I played soccer growing up. In my early years of playing the sport recreationally, I was assigned 16 as my jersey number. After this, I decided to request it every year, with only a couple years where I was not able to keep the number.
Earlier, I mentioned that it wasn’t how I came up with the number that is interesting, so let me explain why 16 became such a big part of my life.
Growing up, I was a big sports fan and still am for that matter. Anything from hockey and baseball to basketball and football. While playing soccer and repping the number 16, it gave me a sense of pride and confidence. During a game, I would think about my favourite sports team and athletes for inspiration and adrenaline.
I always knew playing in a recreational league meant nothing to most people out there. Obviously, we weren’t playing on a national scale. But what I wanted to do was have everyone know that number 16 was something to watch out for. I played hard every game to better myself and be a leader for my team. No matter if I was playing goalkeeper or striker, my goal was to have the other team fear to play against me. Whether that was the actual case or not, it doesn’t matter. What mattered most was that I always wore 16 with pride and tried my best.
I continued to play soccer recreationally up until a few years ago when I started to focus more on my golf game. Before I “retired” from my childhood sport, I met Brit for the first time. We connected so quickly and easily and after getting to know each other a bit, we started asking more personal questions. Whether it was about our childhood or simple things like our birthdays, it was fun to get to know each other more. What I didn’t know at first, was Brit’s birthday was only 4 days after mine. Considering my birthday is March 12th… Of course, her birthday is March 16th. What are the chances that I meet someone who I fall in love with so quickly, that her birthday is not only in the same month as mine, but is literally my favourite number since I was a child? I would think very slim.
The TL;DR version of this story is that I had no idea how much of an impact a simple number would make on my life. I guess this is what you would call fate, right?